We are here.

We are here to reveal our stories,
In the sky, high, to write our glories.
We are here to set aspirations and dreams,
To conquer whatever impossible seems.

We are here to rise from the bottom,
Like the flowers of paradise, to bloom and blossom.
We are here to scream,
Scream out loud,
Finding ourselves discrete from the crowd.

We are here to carve the toughest of the stones,
And still walk in pride, with the broken bones.
We are here to get bruised and accept pain,
Knowing, the scars would heal again.

We are here to live, and not just exist,
And believe that our fate and plans, share a tryst.

We are here, and we'll be here,
For the legacies fade rare.